I woke up at 4 am this morning, thinking, It's Loose!
So, here it goes... you can get your copy here .
I was away for the holidays so I didn't get a chance to wish you all a happy one. I hope everyone had a wonderful time with their loved ones. I know I did. My family and I went back East to see my folks, and my daughter got her wish of a white Christmas! It was story book perfect, which I'm not used to when it comes to holidays. I'm much more used to someone having an emotional crisis, a car getting stuck in a snowbank, or something lighting something on fire, so storybook perfect was as new for me as it was to my daughter.
It was also new for my husband, but I think he would have passed on the experience if it weren't for our little girl. He had the dubious honor of scraping ice off the windshield of our rental a couple of times in 20 degree weather. His tropical Puerto Rican blood thought the apocalypse was nigh.
Speaking of snow (and the apocalypse for that matter) my latest book SNOW LANE comes out next Tuesday, January 2nd!!!
I am so excited for you all to read it, (but then again, I'm not at the same time). SNOW LANE isn't exactly my life, but it's based on it. I've said before that it's not what happened, but it's the truth. There's something distinctly disturbing about the truth. My brother (who read the book and loved/hated/laughed/cried his way through it) told me that no one would believe it anyway. So that's some comfort.
So, here it goes. The countdown to the release of SNOW LANE is officially on!
Please be so kind as to email me your mailing addresses to firstname.lastname@example.org and I will send out your copies ASAP.
To everyone else who entered, thank you so much for your participation, and for sharing your quirks with me. I so enjoyed reading about them. I laughed out loud several times and choked on my coffee once. It even came out of my nose. Thank you for that. :)
Tick-tock, tick-tock. 36 hours left to see who wins one of these lovely ARCS.
To enter just fill out the entry form in the post below.
Snow Lane comes out in less than two months, so it's about time to start giving away some of my ARCs to you lovely people. The story is set in 1985 in a small town in Massachusetts, and it is both funny and poignant at times. It's a departure from the kinds of books most of you know me by, but when you read it you'll definitely see why I had to write this. I think you'll enjoy it.
Anyway, the blurb is as follows:
Fifth-grader Annie is just like every other girl in her small suburban town. Except she’s starting to realize that she isn’t.
Annie is the youngest of nine children. Instead of being considered the baby of the family, she wants to carve out place for herself in the world. But it’s hard to find your destiny when the only thing you’re good at is being cheerful. Annie is learning that it’s difficult to be Annie, period, and not just because her clothes are worn-out hand-me-downs, and she suffers from a crippling case of dyslexia, but also because there are secrets in her life no one in her family is willing to face.
I will be selecting 5 lucky winners at random. To enter please fill out the Rafflecopter entry form below.a Rafflecopter giveaway
The deadline to enter is November 27th.
And as usual, the giveaway is open to everyone! :)
So, I wrote a book on accident.
Here’s how that happened...
I’m the youngest of eight kids and, no, it wasn’t a Brady Bunch deal where two reasonably sized families were joined by marriage. Rather, all eight of us were born to the same mom and dad, one right after the other, and we all grew up together under the same roof, usually stacked on top of each other in bunk beds.
It was like being born onto a football team. There was a lot of shouting and running around. We were a tide of humanity that swept across public places like thundering linebackers. We caused a lot of damage, incurred many injuries, and accumulated a lot of stories, which we still retell to make each other laugh.
Then, after fifty some odd years of withstanding my family, the house we grew up in burned down. Totally on accident, which was the weird part, considering I had nearly burnt the house down three different times that I can recall.
When my sister Martha called to tell me—first and most importantly—that everyone was fine, no one was injured in any way, but everything from our childhoods was lost, we both started laughing. She texted me pictures of the smoldering ruins, and to this day they make me giggle.
Unfortunately, this phone call with my sister Martha happened just minutes before a conference call with my editor and my agent. I had to explain to my agent and my editor that I was only partially prepared for the call because the house I grew up in had just burned to the ground. I really tried to say it with a straight face, but I couldn’t. I burst out laughing.
Naturally, they had some questions.
I told them that if they knew my family, they’d know that the house had survived far longer than it had any right to. And burning the house down is just so Angelini. It was bound to happen someday.
That’s when they both told me I needed to write about my family. For years now my husband has been telling me the same thing, and he’s usually right about stuff like this. So I said okay.
I started writing down anecdotes. I went for the old classics, the one’s my family had memorized. I had a blast writing it all down, laughing myself to tears. But when I read it back, it didn’t make any sense. It was a mess. I realized I couldn’t tell the funny bits without telling all of it. And the more I wrote, the more of those funny anecdotes I removed.
Memoirs are not my thing, apparently. But fiction is. I came up with a story, I added some characters and took others away. I never intended to write this book, and yet somehow, without meaning to, I ended up with Snow Lane.
Snow Lane is a work a fiction. It didn’t happen this way. But it’s all true. This is the most honest book I’ve ever written, not because the plot is a faithful recounting of my childhood. But because if you read it you’ll understand why my sisters and I can laugh at tragedy.
The book comes out January, 2nd, and I am so excited for you all to read it!
You can pre-order your copy using the link below.
those of you who can’t wait that long…. I just received some ARCs. :)
It’s been years since I posted. Literally. I was never very good at posting to begin with. Managing a social media profile is more than a skill. It’s a talent. There are some people who have it, and then there’s me.
It’s not that I don’t like writing. I write nearly every day, but I usually prefer writing about the imaginary people I’ve created in my head than about myself. See, I just don’t have that much to write about. I rarely have life-altering realizations. I don’t have the ability to paint crazy cool designs on my fingernails, I’m not fussed enough to dye my hair unicorn colors, and I almost never have good advice. In fact, if I ever give you advice, probably don’t take it. Every good thing that’s ever happened to me has happened pretty much on accident after I made about a million terrible choices—as if the universe saw what a mess I was making of my life and decided to throw me a bone.
But, seeing as how I started this blog and you all took the time to sign up for it, you deserve to know what I’ve been up to. The long and short of it is I had a baby. And nearly three years of my life just flew out the window.
I suspect there are more than a few new moms out there, stealing five minutes for themselves to read this post, who are glancing up at the title and wondering where they went, too. It just happens when you have a baby. You check out of the “You” motel, with it’s crisp sheets and whenever wake up time, and willingly subjugate yourself to something like the army, but way harder. Drill sergeants have nothing on colicky babies when it comes to yelling.
Then they stop being babies and turn into toddlers, and you really can’t take your eyes off them for a second or they’ll be chewing on electrical wires or licking the bottoms of their shoes. You say the craziest things when you have a toddler—things you’d never think you’d have to say to another human being. Like, Please don’t stick your finger in the cat’s butt. He doesn’t like it. Or, No, your diaper is not a nest. Do not put scrambled eggs in there.
Toddlers. The only thing that separates them from the clinically insane is age.
And then, suddenly, they become little girls. They choose their own outfits and use the bathroom by themselves and they start saying please and thank you and I love you, mommy. And your heart breaks into a million pieces.
There’s no checking back into the “You” motel. Momming is a life-long gig, and I hear it gets way harder from here on out. But there’s finally more time and there’s more room for me.
So that’s where I’ve been. And I’m back. Hello again.
Important post to follow...
Welcome to the YA Scavenger Hunt!
One lucky winner will receive one signed book from each author on the hunt in my team --which is the TEAL TEAM. There are EIGHT contests going on simultaneously, and you can enter one or all.
Go to the YA Scavenger Hunt page to find out all about the hunt and see the full list of prizes up for grabs and bonus material. My bonus material is a letter Lillian wrote to Lily which hasn't been published yet. It explains more of the dynamic between the two.
Directions: You'll notice that I've "hidden" my favorite number somewhere in this post. Collect the favorite numbers of all the authors on the TEAL TEAM, and then add them up.
Entry Form: Once you've added up all the numbers, make sure you fill out the form here to officially qualify for the grand prize. Only entries that have the correct number will qualify.
Rules: Open internationally, anyone below the age of 18 should have a parent or guardian's permission to enter. To be eligible for the grand prize, you must submit the completed entry form by October 5th, at noon Pacific Time. Entries sent without the correct number or without contact information will not be considered.
As part of the hunt, I am hosting author Lance Rubin!
Lance Rubin is a New Jersey native who has worked as an actor and written sketch comedy, including successful runs of The Lance and Ray Show at the Upright Citizens Brigade Theatre. He's co-writing a new musical called Annie Golden: Bounty Hunter, Yo! He loves Pixar, the Knicks, Harry Potter, and Back to the Future. Lance lives in Brooklyn with his wife and son.
Learn more at lancerubin.com and follow him on twitter @lancerubinparty.
Lance's new book, Denton Little’s Deathdate, takes place in a world exactly like our own except that everyone knows the day they will die. For Denton, that’s in just two days—the day of his senior prom.
Here's the summary.
Denton Little’s Deathdate takes place in a world exactly like our own except that everyone knows the day they will die. For Denton, that’s in just two days—the day of his senior prom.
Despite his early deathdate, Denton has always wanted to live a normal life, but his final days are filled with dramatic firsts. First hangover. First sex. First love triangle—as the first sex seems to have happened not with his adoring girlfriend, but with his best friend’s hostile sister. (Though he’s not totally sure—see, first hangover.) His anxiety builds when he discovers a strange purple rash making its way up his body. Is this what will kill him? And then a strange man shows up at his funeral, claiming to have known Denton’s long-deceased mother, and warning him to beware of suspicious government characters. . . . Suddenly Denton’s life is filled with mysterious questions and precious little time to find the answers.
Lance has also been kind enough to provide us with a bonus scene. You can read it by clicking the link below.
When you're done reading, be sure and buy Denton Little's Deathdate HERE!
Also, before you go, don't forget to enter my personal contest to win signed copies of Trial by Fire and Firewalker. It's open to all. Use the Rafflecopter form below to enter.a Rafflecopter giveaway
Okay, and now, on with the hunt.
To participate in the Scavenger Hunt giveaway, you need to know that my favorite number is 9.
Next up in the hunt, is author Margo Kelly!
CLICK HERE to continue.